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"Sometimes you have to be your own hero, because sometimes the people you can’t live without, can live without you."

- Anonymous (via fakeville)

(Source: larmoyante)

Sometimes asking for help from your own family members is akin to asking them to donate their fucking internal organs. This is a fucking lesson learnt to never have to rely on anyone, especially your own family members.

مكتوب

“It is written.”

Lots of things have happened in recent months. People have come and gone. Complete strangers have come and gone; some have become close friends, some have become mere acquaintances, one I’ve fallen in love with. Tried to make sense of some of the things that have happened; they became even more confusing instead. “You need to not be in control,” he said to me, after I’ve had a bit too much to drink. “Accept it.” Sure he was just talking about the alcohol, but it’s something that has stuck with me all these time. Meeting him brought back Paulo Celho into my life. Re-read The Alchemist and everything clicked into place.

Maktub, which means it is written, makes so much sense to me now. Everything that has happened happened for a reason. I may not have known the reasons why they happened when they did, but I see them now. Learnt to let go, learnt to accept things as they are and as they happen.

Truth be told, it’s extremely hard to let go sometimes. I’ve been in control so much my whole life, letting go seems like the hardest thing to do when the fear that if I do, everything will go awry takes over. For one thing, letting go of my feelings for him is really hard to do. He and I, we have so much in common. We listen to the same things, have the same sense of humour, have the same “I’d take one for the team just because” attitude; it’s like he’s my soulmate. It’s strange then, how I feel we will never be together because of this: because we’re so similar we’re different. Yes, it’s all really confusing. Love is confusing, this much I’ve come to realise. Or maybe it’s because I’m a girl and we’re wired to think too much.

For now, I’m just sitting on this crazy train, travelling along this journey and dropping off at whatever stop it stops at. Who knows, maybe he and I will be together someday, maybe not. Maybe I’ll achieve my dream, maybe not. Whatever it is, I’ll accept it.

(Source: cocominted-vanilla)

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— Stephen Elliott, The Adderall Diaries

"I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."

- Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Writings  (via necronomical)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)